I've got love on my mind and blood on my hands But I'm still terrified of your wistful glance So shiver for you you tremble for me step on your shoes trip on your heels
Let the archangel sneer at the weights I have shoved away. Let him chunk and roar if you can't make it go away.
There's so much I don't know Like what will become of us But I still don't know where you stand.